Arrow Lake House of Wolves

It was still trying to speak the language of wolves, and was making words, but he refused to hear them. The Spine had had a number of run ins with foxes and with pups on the way, he was not about to let there be any sort of continued trouble with these vulpine creatures. He wanted them gone, all of them. He wanted them to know they were not welcome anywhere close to their new home.

His snarl deepened. Teeth bared, the tides shifted in his favor when the fox fell from the tree. Blood drifted into the air and he hardly had a moment to register the scent before he closed this distance between them and reached out towards it with powerful jaws. Intent to kill.

If the fox was going to get out of this alive, it would need to flee. Now.